They danced to the music, wildly as if they were dying or would die if they didn't. They shone in the night, arms stretched to the moon as if they could reach it. As they spun, they left ghostly trails where their abstract limbs used to be. They reached their peak, arms and legs jerking out at all angles, twisting and spinning until they collapsed into the dark. I could breathe again, never realizing I had stopped, and took a tentative step towards them. They raised their eyes to me in unison and the moonlight went from the sky into their eyes. One stood up, carefully, deliberately. A step towards me, then a pause. Another step. Step by step, it walked towards me. I was mesmerized, the figure outlined in impossible blue light, sad eyes shining as bright as a midnight star. Each eye was the size of a moon, each so cold and alone. That wasn't right – didn't it know that it was surrounded by things like it? As the moonlit figure walked past, I realized that it was alone now – all of the others were walking into the darkness. That was so wrong, that such a lonely thing could just be left in the dark. I ran after the one that had disappeared behind me and saw it as a blue pinpoint of light. As it got bigger, I saw that it wasn't the blue moon I was chasing but the opening of a tunnel, leading out into a world of harsh colors and textures, not just black and blue but violent stabbing reds and yellows, poisonous greens and darting oranges. So complicated and painful, the crashes and bleeding screams and bangs in the dark. How could that sad blue moon turn into this mad world? I stood and stared and stared, and as I stared I knew that the moon stood behind me. I turned and as I looked into its eyes I felt like I was falling, down a deep and endless well, cobbled walls turning to ice and warm, warm safety. I turned from the tunnel and followed my blue moon into the sad dark, to join the rest for the dance.
